Richard's smile fell when he saw Henry's gaze, he had a feeling he knew exactly what Henry was staring at. That didn't make him feel any good, it made him feel like a boy who got his hand caught in the cookie jar. At least he hadn't came down when he was fucking Henry's childe against the wall. That brought a smile to his face, just the memory and her smell. Shaking his head he looked back to Henry, "You wanted to talk?"